Maybe.

I often think to myself

‘What if we met later on

Then maybe I wouldn’t be hurting

Foolish as we were young

And make better choices

Stay together for as long as we can

Not leaving one another for ridiculous reasons

Or false accusations

Maybe, just maybe

If we met a bit later

Things would be different

And better’

Maybe if we met when we are older

More wiser than we are now

More thoughtful and caring

Happier and radiant

Stable and calm

Settled in our own life

We would be best friends

And last longer than we could have

If I pass by you someday

And see your face

It would kill me inside

To look into your eyes,

And see there’s nothing left

There’ll be a lingering feeling inside me

Of being used to be someone you loved

And in that moment, I hope you hear me

When I open my mouth and say,

“I missed you.”